Phonetime-Capone-N-Noreaga

Phonetime - Capone-N-Noreaga [noreaga], {capone} Son I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new jordans, the white ones wit skate key {me, Im just chillin pop, serving my time Got my greens on, these faggots aint deservin a shine} And yeah, while Im home you like livin abroad I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board {when twenty-four, they did the same to norman and lord Heard you cop the silver gs, my ni**a you scored} Yea, its nuthin, cause Im gettin bread Crack is dead, *****es wanna give me head {yous a funny ni**a, I just saw kai in the yard He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the god Tell kai I said what up, and his sister is grown I copped the four-fifth auto, its pretty with chrome {the day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new mac A few jump offs, some doms, some beer, and the crack} Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down {Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks {Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} Im in queens coliseum, just coppin new kicks {i hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in june {yeah, yeah, yeah} {my little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the kings You know jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in queens} And dats my dun too, so ima find out now And have my dogs on the island, just get on the prawl {on the other side of things, Im tryin to get released Around my born day, but a ni**a keep in beef wit da beast} ***** the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake Dont lose your c.r., son youll get your open date {dun, ima see ya regardless, Cause I got two violent felony charges} And you know your appeal is progress {youre my dog, dun} And we gon keep this tight I keep your commisary phat, ima keep you right {i got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks Good lookin for the *****es butt-***** and the flicks} And you aint gotta thank me, real niggas do real things I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down {Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks {Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} Im in queens coliseum, just coppin new kicks {i hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in june {yeah, yeah, yeah} I used to be ugly, now these *****es is medusa And guess what? I made you executive producer Some extra gs, so when you come home you breathe {they wont believe to see me come home to a v Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds I gotta c.o. thinkin that we gon ***** when I leave} Yo ni**a think about this money, ***** them hoes We gonna throw a pounda w**d out, at one the shows Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild Capone home, niggas still diggin our style {sh*t is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined? I gotta visit last week and saw gremlin divine} Meet timbo and ice, got bent and rolled dice Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to post And got some hydro-w**d and we had our toast {son theres only one minute left Son theres only one minute left, son Im ghost} Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down {Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks {Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} Im in queens coliseum, just coppin new kicks {i hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in june {yeah, yeah, yeah} Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down {Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks {Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} Im in queens coliseum, just coppin new kicks {i hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in june {yeah, yeah, yeah}